Holidays in Bukhara (Uzbekistan): tours from Almaty from 399,000 ₸

Took the tour package spontaneously, a couple weeks before the flight and never regretted it once. Bukhara greeted me with heat, dust and the smell of something sweet right from the morning. Walked around the old city on foot, wore my feet out on the very first day, on the second bought proper sandals at the bazaar. The manager tipped me off about one spot where there are almost no tourists - I still remember the view from that wall. Ate pilaf with my hands, drank tea with some kind of dried fruits, in some places just stayed quiet and lokoed around. Then there was Lyab-i Hauz all in evening light, there I just sat on a bench for about an hour.. My husband says my photos are kind of all the same but I'm fine with it. Overall the prices, the everyday life, the people — it all came together, never once had the feeling that I was being ripped off even by a sum. Flew back tired but happy, and I'm already thinking about Samarkand next summer)

I flew to Bukhara for five days and I'm still under the impression of these clay streets where everything breathes history. At the bazaar I bought two ceramic bowls, I dropped one right away, the second one now sits in the kitchen. I recommend taking a tour specifically with a visit to the old city, because on your own you can get lost there and miss the most interesting things.

Went to close the gestalt on Samarkand, but in the end was most impressed by Bukhara, even though I originally took the tour for the old city with minarets. The manager on the call advised not to be greedy with the program and leave a day just for wandering through inner courtyards where it smells of flatbread and dust, and that turned out to be the best decision. Five for sure, came back with a suitcase full of ceramics and a couple extra kilos from plov.

saw Bukhara back and forth. Little city but impressions for a year ahead. The manager from the agency sorted everything out fast, the flight and the hotel, I didn't even worry. Liked the pilaf by the bazaar and those blue domes, which I nitpicked for some reason (even though they're great, whatever). Struggled a bit with money exchange, but that's just nitpicking. Would definitely come back again, just in winter.

бара бардым, Бухара көрдім, әбден шаршадым бірақ ұнады, әсіресе кешкі базардағы иіс — дәмдеуіштер, қуырылған ет, біреу шай құйып жатыр, мен тағы бір тостаған сұрадым... гид көп біледі екен, алайда кейде асығып кетті, мен қаламды ұстап үлгермей қалдым, әйтеуір. екі жұлдызды жоғары қоймадым тек сол асыққан нәрсесі үшін, қалғаны тәуір болды, әсіресе түнгі Ләби-Хауздың жанындағы тыныштық, жалғыз отырып қалдым сосын

Went to Bukhara through the agency so I wouldn't have to deal with flights and transfers myself — ended up happy, though a couple of moments got under my skin. The local guide turned out boring, she read off a piece of paper, but the city made up for everything: I touched these clay walls with my hands for the first time and then walked around happy for two days.

Asked for a tour to Bukhara on a whim, just needed to close out my vacation in September, and the manager went ahead and sorted everything out in one evening. Came back with a fifth inside and not only because of the architecture.

took a tour to Bukhara because I wanted somewhere warm where you don't have to think, the agency turned out decent everything was arranged quickly, no lying about hotels and flights.. though I almost missed the visa myself but that's my own story, I flew out and forgot about it. what I remember most is walking around the old city and touching these walls of burnt brick with my hands they're warm and rough, also bought flatbread there at the market straight hot, tastes like ours but no, not like ours - and came back with a couple of fridge magnets and a strange feeling that I should have taken more days one downside is the buses between route points sometimes you wait longer than promised, the guide was great told us everything but I spent half of it chatting with my friend and missed something about some mausoleum, overall I'd go again probably but on my own without a group because I want to sit in one place longer and not at a gallop rating five out of five, organization and people all fair

to my friends needed souvenirs — well i dropped by the travel agency so i wouldn't have to book all that myself, though usually i do it myself, but it's winter, lazy. and i'd wanted to go to Bukhara for a long time, it's a city after all, old times.... so we went, in general, everything went fine, the hotel though was so-so, the ac hummed all night and breakfast was modest — well whatever, at least i walked the alleys to my heart's content in two days

we went to Bukhara because it was my husband's anniversary and i wanted a gift not a thing but an impression, at the agency i asked what they have for five days - they offered this tour at first i thought it was nonsense, the city is small what is there to see.. but no the old city is of course a whole separate story, i walked around those streets and touched everything with my hands the walls, they are warm for some reason even though the morning was cool they fed us plov like i never ate at home, and hot flatbreads - i almost ate a whole one while we were walking, my husband laughed its just a pity that one day the rain set in and we sat in the teahouse for three hours just like that, but it even turned out well, we finally talked i would go again probably)

went to Bukhara through an agency because I was too lazy to deal with the flight and hotel myself — I just needed to take mom to her relatives, and also check out the city myself. The manager did everything fast, didn't even have to remind him about the airport transfer. We arrived, checked in, and that's when it started: narrow streets, heat, but there's some kind of vibe in all of it, especially when you come out to Lyabi-Khauz in the evening and all those ancient walls just hang right over your head. Mom immediately found her people, and I went off to wander, bought some flatbreads from a lady on the corner — hot, with a crispy crust, still think about them. true, one time a taxi driver tried to rip me off triple, but I just walked and that was it, didn't ruin my mood. Five out of five, because everything worked out, though next time I'll probably book the tickets myself.

автобуспен бардық, жолдасымның үйлену тойына бару керек болды, сондықтан Бұхараға баруды жөн көрдік, әйтпесе өзім де көптен бармақпын деп жүргенмін. Гид бізді ескі шаһарға апарды, бірақ бір жерде асығыс болып қалды, менің ойымша, тағы бір сағат қалсақ та ешкім ренжімейтін еді, асхана жағындағы самса тәтті екен, бірақ шай суық болды. Кешке қайтарда түйме бір жерде жабыспай қалды, бірақ бәрібір жақсы естелік қалды.

sovershenno sluchayno vzval na etot tur v buharu i do sih por ne mogu ponyat, kak tak vyshlo chto vse slozhilos - hotel ne fonar no vse ostalnoe prosto na mestah strelka... po gorodu hodil peshkom, vezde eti izrazcy i kupola, nochyu svet nicego tak no odnazhdy poterjal-dorogu i pytalsya sprosit u mestnogo ohranika, on mne chto-to dolgo objasnyal, ya kitval, potom okazalos chto on pokazyval ne tuda. pomeshalos chto so mnoj byla sumka s vsyakimi kuplyannymi sharfami i elya utrom s nogi sbit, no vse ravno hotel vozvrashchayus i uzhe hochu snova tuda vernutsya

Bukhara is really something... the city is alive and just breathes history, I walked around the alleys and literally lost track of time. I took the tour at a local agency, everything was organized well, though the hotel turned out a bit off from the center - I had to walk about twenty minutes, but that's minor. They fed us plov and samsa, my stomach was happy, but the tea in one cafe was kinda bland. I came back from there feeling like I need to go again, just sit on the square and not rush anywhere

Five out of five, no second thoughts. I bought the tour at the agency, didn't even expect it to turn out like this. We flew with a layover, but that's nothing compared to what I saw. Bukhara is not just a city, it's a solid clay fairy tale, where every brick breathes history. I walked through the narrow streets, touched the rough walls with my finger, drank tea with thyme on the terrace and watched the sun set behind the minarets. The pushy hawking on the square threw me off a bit, but I quickly learned to say "spasibo, ya prosto smotryu" — and everyone smiled. I came back with a bag of dried melons and a light smell of plov that still seems to linger in the kitchen. I would have stayed there to live if it weren't for work.

Took the trip to Bukhara spontaneously, a couple weeks before the flight, and never once regretted it — the old city, the clay walls, everything breathes history, though in places the touristy atmsophere is overwhelming. Walked the alleys without a map, got lost by Lyabi-Khaus, drank tea with a flatbread right on a bench, and in the evening suddenly got cold — it's November after all, the wind. Stayed happy, five out of five, would come back again, only I'd take a lighter suitcase.

The trip to Bukhara through this agency — a solid five. I walked around the old city, touched the ancient walls with my hands, drank tea with hot flatbreads — and all of it without a single hiccup from the company. I came back happy, even though on the return flight I had to nerv up a bit because of a delay.

The wife talked me into flying to Bukhara because she got it in her head to see the clay walls and the old market. I'm not a fan of all that ancient stuff myself, but I was sick of sitting at home. Called the first agency I came across, they put together a tour for four days. We arrived at night, the driver met us with a sign, drove us to the hotel. The room turned out a bit small, but the bed was fine and the hot water ran without interruptions. On the second day we went to the old part of town, I kept tripping over the stones the whole time, but I bought some flatbreads from an old man at the bazaar, they were still warm, straight out of the tandoor. In the evening we sat on a bench by some pond, quiet all around and only one dog was barking somewhere far away. We flew back with a two-hour delay, but that's small stuff compared to the fact that I had a proper rest and didn't regret the money spent.

poshla v tur agentstvo posovetovatsya naschet poezdki v uzbekistan potomu chto davno hotela posmotret buharu no vse kak to ne slagalos po parkam i rabote a tut uvidela svezhee napravlenie i reshila beru.. poleteli v iyule voobshe bez ozhidaniy no gorod menya srazu kak to nakryl svoimi ulochkami i pensionatom gde my zhili ryadom s kakim to dvorikom tam deti begali i my s muzhem tuskli na malenkom rynke gde ya kupila tri kilo cherezhn i uruki i eshe odnu shtuku ne ponyala chto eto takoe no prodavets hvastalsya chto eto legendarnyj myasnoj rulet kotoryj ya tak i ne poprobovala (zabyla v holodilnike) i ot etoj vsej suety ya dazhe ne zametila kak poteryala ochki no ne rasstroilas potomu chto odin iz mestnyh pomog najti ih vozle steny pravda nastupil na nih nogoj srazu izvinilsya i my poshli dalshe i v ce dom ne bylo kondicionera poka my hoteli kupit vodu v magazine i ya uzhe podumala chto umru ot zhary no eto edinstvennoe chto napryaglo za vsyu poezdku, a tak vsyo bylo ochen dazhe nichego

Had to take some work documents over, so that's how the trip happened. Chose a tour to Bukhara because I wanted to mix business with pleasure, and friends had been saying for a while that it's a place you have to see. The manager helped get everything sorted quickly, without any fuss. Arrived — and went straight to the old city, those streets are so narrow, I kept being afraid I'd get lost, but no, I came out to Lyabi-Hauz, sat by the water, tried their flatbread with tea, one even stayed in my bag and I ended up carrying it around all day. The hotel is simple but clean, though the air conditioner hummed like a tractor. What I remember most is walking around the trading domes, bought nothing, but breathed in so much of that dust and spices that my head was spinning. Came back happy, even if tired, but I know for sure it was one of the best trips, everything came together.